The Lab
He'd forgotten her.
She tried to push that thought out of her mind as she bent over a set of remains from Limbo. The thought still refused to go away, so she just stripped off her gloves and tossed them. Then came a clear, ringing voice: "Bones!"
Did she just hear that? Or was it just a manifestation of her unwanted desires? No, this was real, all right. The man standing at the doors, the hat she gave him for Christmas lopsided on his head (well, it was either that or walk around with a bald, gleaming head).
Those eyes, looking at her with a familiarity, the way she always dared hope he would but never actually saw in the few days after that coma. Plus that smile. Oh, that little grin which tugged at that corner of his mouth.
The thoughts were enough to propel her down the platform in a frenzy and launch herself into his arms. He smelled the same as ever. Soap. Cologne. And just the slightest hint of cigar smoke.
Normally, he would be the one who instigated a hug. But after that dream – ok, coma – of his, he'd realized how much he wanted her to just instigate it once.
So, instead of pulling away like he would normally do and crack some lame joke about how she missed him, his arms had gone around her, inhaling that sweet, floral scent of her hair, which at the moment smelled slightly musty (another victim from limbo?).
After a while, however, he pulled away. There was still a murder – correction, mass murder to be solved.
The Car
She understood murder, but never really grasped the concept of love. It was too complicated and inconvenient a feeling, making people do unexplainable things. She had seen it once too often. But she knew now. However irrational, she would give up anything for one hug to quench that clench in her heart.
How she would kill for one more chance to see him alive.
How she would be willing to jump off a cliff if there was a little – just a small little hint that he'd ever love her back.
He never really loved her when they first met. But of course, he had Tessa then. And that silly nickname for her. It started out as a way to annoy her, but soon evolved into a mark on her to show that she was his.
When he first realized his – ahem – inappropriate feelings for her, he tried to block them out with Cam.
That didn't work out too well. And furthermore, it wasn't something a one-night-stand could cure. Their relationship was volatile. There would be consequences. There was too much at stake. But how much longer would he have to go on like this?
Pursued by the Doctor (Leacock)
When the insane doctor who injured her was pursuing her, there were two thoughts on her mind.
Stay Alive.
OhgodOhgod if I die let me see him one more time.
And Leacock was right behind her. She threw the knife, lodging it in his throat. He gurgled, but tried to stab her one more time. Then there was crack and Leacock fell. And he shot again. Then he was beside her, telling her an ambulance was called, that he was there, applying pressure on her arm.
He was there. Keeping her safe, because that was the best he felt he could ever do. Clenching that arm of hers as tight as he could. And then he felt it again. That urge to kiss her, to satisfy the vigorous beating of his heart.
The last time he didn't act on it, he very nearly almost forgot her. And that wasn't what he wanted to happen again. So he leant down and pressed his lips to hers.
(Probably) The Start
She kissed back while the sirens blared in the distance. For what else can you do when the man you love kisses you?
My First Fic. Please Review!
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